The fundraising festival
They call it the school gala. As a title, it seems to encompass a one day event. In practise, the runup is akin to Lent. Give something up every week and send it to school. Read the list of what everyone has volunteered for and notice the gaps remaining. Every week. So far, I've not remembered to send corn chips, or butter, or sugar, or condensed milk. I have volunteered to bake, and to help on the candy floss stall and serving the lunches. I said that if they were short on the lunches, I would do the candy floss in the lead up the night before and on the morning, and then do lunches during the event. My eyes were open as well as briefly noble. They never have enough people for the lunches until the verrrrrrrry last minute. Today, when one child was dressed in uniform and I was realising that my laundry strike this week meant the other had no clean school top, some bright relative remembered it was mufti. Bottle-O Mufti. They went off to choose outfits, while I ponder